Satiated from the richness of the Daintree and Great Barrier Reef, Vilis and I eased back, strolling peacefully through the Cairns Botanic Gardens early this morning, and then spending an hour in the ...
At 5:30 a.m., with the tropical dawn chorus in full swing, Vilis and I crawled out of our sleeping bags, enticed by the two-hour cruise of the Daintree River awaiting us. A pheasant coucal added its v...
Morning dew lay like silver velvet on lawns and the river meadows of the Annandale Wetlands as I cycled the parkway just after sunrise, evading the later heat promised by clear skies. I wasn’t t...
This morning, I took on the role of cyclist support, agreeing to drive up Mount Stuart a half hour after Vilis began his cycling ascent, in order to retrieve him at the top, bottom, or at whatever poi...